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Post by Emro Deucalion and Elspeth on Nov 9, 2008 15:14:50 GMT -5
Emro's sides felt like they were going to split open. Once he stopped laughing his whole body was acheing. Laughing, such a new thing to him. Was he finally coming out of his shell? How could such a girl pry Emro open, and how did he open her up? Her laughters that she recieved from slaughtering people changed to laughters of happiness and amusement.
He placed his hand over his heart as she walked into her room to change. His heart was racing ever so quickly, and it wasn't just from the workout he recieved from laughing. It was something different. something he had locked away. When was the last time he felt this? Never? There had to be one girl that made his heart race from his past, one girl that respected him. One girl that didn't throw rocks at him. No. No there wasn't. Emro stared down at his hand and blinked at it. His heart wouldn't stop pounding.
Emro quickly moved his hand away just as the door was opening. He was in awe. Haruka stepped out in something so...feminen. How could she wear something like that. It wasn't like her. The lights caused her to glow, it was as if an angel was standing before him. His heart began beating harder, he began to think Haruka could hear it. Who couldn't? it was so loud.
Haruka was almost as shy as he was. The two were like two prom dates all dressed up, they were both ever so shy of each other. Emro shy of his new found feelings, and Haruka shy being dressed in something different. He tried his best to avoid eye contact with her; mostly because a slight pink was forming on his face.
Emro boldly looked up at her, he stood up and nodded. He studdered slightly "Y-yes, a lot better."
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Post by Haruka Yasu on Nov 9, 2008 16:02:11 GMT -5
Haruka smirked crookedly at him before saying, "Good." She looked pleased, and she was, even though this clothing made her feel shifty. She let go of her sleeve and took Emro's hand instead, worried she was making it awkward. Instead of her usually way of holding it, just kind of cupped, she slipped her fingers between his this time. She still felt her hand was burning in his, the volt of electricity still seemed to go through her; but she was getting used to it. Might even grow to like it, like how some people like sour flavors while others don't. Although she wouldn't call Emro sour, he was probably the sweetest person she'd ever met. Only not. Because he was blunt. But bluntly nice. Or nicely blunt? After that she let the subject go, because she couldn't think that straight, what with being so sleepy.
She thought that maybe he was a blushing, but then decided that it was probably just all the laughing at had caused it. Which reminded her another question she wanted to ask: "Emro?" she started tentatively, unsure if she should ask it or not. "I was wondering..." she trailed off then picked up again at a faster speed, "and I was just curious for no reason and it's probably not any of my business and you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but, umm..." She let her violet eyes drift around the room for a moment before returning to his. "Before me... have you ever been kissed before?" she asked, wincing, but studying his face closely and waiting for his reaction to see if he would lie or not.
Obviously, because of her past, Haruka had been. But if it makes any difference, she never liked being intimate with Shermen from the beginning. He'd always been too rough, she's never had just a close, soft kiss; always violent and craving for more, jamming his tongue down her throat, crudely crushing her face to his by grabbing a fistful of hair. Even with her first kiss it felt like he was trying to devour her. For years she thought that kisses were extremely disgusting and vile, and then they invented television and every time she saw a happy love story she watched and wondered. What did that feel like? It was so strange. How could they feel it if they were only touching so softly? And yet, they seemed to like it better. Whenever she thought of love she thought of weakness, pain, and fear... could there possibly be something more?
The broken girl had given up dreams long again; all she did was nightmare. But sometimes... she wondered... and wished....
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Post by Emro Deucalion and Elspeth on Nov 10, 2008 0:16:15 GMT -5
Emro wondered for the longest time what love was like. What was it? Gazing out his window he saw all the happy couples kissing and holding hands. To him, it was disgusting. No matter how many times he tried to be nice, it never worked. The dances at school always haunted him. The ones where the girls would ask the guys. Sometimes a girl would as him, and it would turn out they were only teasing. So, he'd say some things calmly about them, like how faked they look, or how many boys they were with. He'd never danced before, but he watched people dance and learned from it. Emro rathered stay with his first love, the unexplained, and spend his times furthuring his learning. History, English and Sciences.
But now there was Haruka. Why was she so nice to him? Was it..was it because he was nice to her, and his constant tries to helping her. She was so beautiful, Emro never dreamt of seeing a girl like this. To be holding her hand with his. Lacing their fingers together as if they were knots. Emro held her hand and looked up into her violet eyes. He saw his reflection and proceeded to answer her question. It was a very depressing answer. "No. Its fine. If your mind is an open book to me, you should be able to ask me anything. And you can ask me anything. Your mind is open to me, and mine should be open to you. So, you can ask me anything you want. To answer your question. Before you, I've never had a kind conversation, I've never held hands, never hugged, never kissed, never been intimate. No girl ever wanted me. If they tried, they would have consequences. No father wanted their daughter to date a 'demon'. For it was a sin. That's what they said..." Emro trailed off quietly looking away."... that's what they said." His locked away memories crept up from the depths of his mind and he shook them away, not wanting the vivid pictures coming back.
Emro was taken back to a warm summer day. He was walking the sidewalk and noticed a pretty brown haired girl in a pink bikini trying to wash her german shepard. Emro remembered her from one of his classes. She looked like she was having trouble with the dog, since it was struggling in the kiddy pool, and he asked her if she wanted some help. The girl shrieked "get away!" and slapped him along the face. The slap left a red hand print on his face for a few
The flashback ended and Emro looked around. He felt like time was missing. How long was he gone? A few seconds maybe? It felt longer. But it wasn't. Only for a few seconds.
What does love feel like? Is it the sick to the stomach feeling? The drum beating heart? Or is it the pain and suffering the both of them felt. One who was tormented and one who was used. How did these two broken souls find each other? A demon and a monster. Will their nightmares and torment end, or just begin.
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Post by Haruka Yasu on Nov 10, 2008 17:38:18 GMT -5
How... normal... that he was sad. Haruka understood, though, why he would feel that way, but in all honestly she'd come to expect the unexpected with Emro, so since this was the expected it was unexpected, in her mind.
It was stranger still when Haruka felt herself grow remorseful, just because he was troubled. Compassion was commonly near the bottom of her list of usual emotions, and having feeling it now felt so new and different; like her heart was tied to a string that plunged when he did. Her brows knitted together, she wondered how she could stop this new feeling. It hurt, especially when he got that far off look in his eyes. And then when she realized that she never wanted him to be unhappy again, it hurt very very much. She may be unsure about love, but she felt that she was right to fear it. Any kind. Brotherly, friendly, or something more; it didn't matter. She was afraid, especially now since she knew she couldn't go back. And even more scared as she felt like she didn't want to.
Not know what else to do, but knowing that she wanted him to be happy again, she stepped forward and hugged him again, her arms around his neck. She shivered violently, feeling like every part that touched him was a burn, but kept holding just the same. "Please don't be sad," she whispered, her face against his shoulder. "I don't know if it matters, but I'm a girl, and I want you, and I try, despite my consequences."
She held on to him for a few seconds more and then said in a kind of teasing tone, "And just so you know, this is an I'm Sorry hug, so don't go expecting them all the time, k?" She smiled and pulled back to look at his face when she said 'k', but froze, her smile vanishing, when she realized he was closer then she'd first predicted. A light blush danced across her cheeks and she stared into his eyes, too terrified to move. Their lips were but an inch apart and when she whispered she wondered if he could feel her soft breath. "I've been meaning to t-tell you... I... like your eyes." She swallowed. "They're like the sun and the moon." Unable to say anymore, she swallowed again. She was rooted to the ground, and with her heart pounding like this she wondered if she would faint again. Mostly, though, she wondered if he would kiss her.
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Post by Emro Deucalion and Elspeth on Nov 10, 2008 18:17:50 GMT -5
Emro felt Haruka hug him, and he wrapped his arms around Haruka. He held her close to him. It was such a new thing to him, and he started to like it. Chills started to go up his spine when she whispered to him. He liked hearing her voice whispering in his ear.
Emro heard something unexpected. "It does matter..." And he didn't know what to say after that. He was lost for words. Emro was never lost for words. She wanted him?
He had to laugh a bit. Haruka named another one of her hugs. But, he doubted that it was a sorry hug. She had something else hidden underneath it. Emro's eyes were locked onto her's, he saw his reflection in her violet eyes staring back at him. A blush was forming on her face, and one began forming on his in a pink wave.
Emro felt her soft breath on his lips. His heart was pounding so fast, he couldn't move. Her lips were so close to his face. How could she say that? His eyes were like the sun and the moon? It was...romantic...it ment alot to him to hear her say that. Rarely he heard such a thing. Normally it was "Different, odd, freakish, monsterous, demonic, disgusting. But never Sun and Moon."
He continued to stare at her. "Thank you"
Emro wasn't sure what to do, and he was taken back and remembered seeing couples staring at each other, much like this. They would whisper sweet nothings and then kissing each other. Was this what he was supposed to do? He did like her...a lot. Was this what love was like? Had he finally found it?
Hopefully this what she wanted. Every sign pointed towards it, except reading her mind, but he had to do something daring. Something unexpected, and not just to her. To him.
Emro slowly leaned towards her, closing his eyes, his soft lips pressed lightly against her's. A warm sensation flooded every part of his body. His body relaxed, and his heart raced faster.
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Post by Haruka Yasu on Nov 10, 2008 19:06:16 GMT -5
She felt like she was falling through the floor, drifting out in space. Her eyes closed seemingly not at her own will and all she knew was feelings. The feeling of her heart galloping in her chest, the feeling of warmth that flooded her first at her stomach then to the very tips of her fingers; but most of all the feeling of his lips against hers. So tender. So soft. So right in every way. It scared her how something so fragile could effect her like this; and it scared her even more that she never wanted it to end.
Her arms around him gently touched a bit of his skin on his neck, where she could feel his pulse. It was accelerating just as fast as hers, but instead of disturb her like she thought it would she was thrilled. She longed to know what he was thinking, what he was feeling. Did it affect him as strongly as it was effecting her? In all her years, Haruka had never felt something so wonderful.
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Post by Emro Deucalion and Elspeth on Nov 10, 2008 19:20:28 GMT -5
Emro felt her arms wrap around him. He felt the warmth of her body against his. It felt so wonderful, and he didn't want it to end. How Emro wished that time would stop for this single moment. How he wished that he could seal away time, rather than causing people fear and terror. To awaken painful memories. But look at the good that it did. Emro had dug open the fear locked away in Haruka and forced her to witness it again, and now they were in the hallway sharing a kiss. He could change people, Emro was a black knight.
A shiver ran up his spine when her soft fingers touched his neck. Emro felt like he was going to collapse onto the floor and melt away before their very eyes. So this must be what love feels like. The melting sensation, the ever beating hear, the addiction to their lips, the warm feeling.
Emro slowly broke away from their kiss and stared into her eyes, and musted up the strength to tell her such simple words. The words he was never told before, and he could somehow give them to someone else. "Haruka... I love you" His face was suddenly overtaken by a bright red blush. Which was bright by his bone white skin.
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Post by Haruka Yasu on Nov 10, 2008 20:11:30 GMT -5
Haruka slowly opened her eyes, keeping her lips positioned the same, savoring the sensation. She felt like she was coming out of a dream. But then her eyes grew wide at his words and, overcome by emotion, she buried her face in his shoulder and wept.
Not sad tears, just so happy that they streamed down her face---she looked like one of those sobbing brides, what with her white nightgown. She couldn't help it, though, plus she was embarrassed, but laughing sobs shook her shoulders and after a second she held her lips close to his ear and whispered, "And I love you, Emro Deucalion." Her voice shook and broke, and her heart pounded, but she felt so alive and couldn't stop smiling. "I love you," she said again, unable to get over the feel of the words as she spoke them. She turned her head and delicately pressed her petal lips to his neck, just as softly to his cheek. She felt like Emro had just reinvented the kiss; had just redefined what passion was; what love was.
Her body felt so tired, but her mind was wide awake. And for once it wasn't thoughts of terror, it was thoughts of affection. Things like hold me closer, never let go, kiss me and I love you, raced through her mind, nearly as fast as her heart pounded. She felt like her knees would give way again, but she still was rooted to the floor; rooted to Emro; rooted by love.
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Post by Emro Deucalion and Elspeth on Nov 10, 2008 20:33:10 GMT -5
Hearing those words. The words that were so new to him. She loved him, finally in his life someone cared about him. And it was this girl, Haruka. New feelings, sensations, tastes and smells flooded his body. The feeling of love and a pounding heart, tingling sensations from hearing her voice in his ear, the tastes of her lips were still on his, and the smell of her hair as she was close to him. He loved this feeling, and he loved her.
Emro shivered lightly as her lips pressed against the tender flesh of his neck. He could see clearly at how happy she was, her eyes were red from crying, and there were trails of tears on her face. Emro wasn't sure what to do? This was happening so fast he couldn't stop smiling. He knew everything that couples did from watching. Making out, french kissing, licking, biting, touching, hugging.
Her thoughts began to flow into his mind, hold me closer, never let go, kiss me, I love you Emro pulled her as close as he could into a warming embrace. His lips pressed softly to the delicate flesh of her neck.
Emro realized that he wouldn't want to leave this mansion, he would be able to stay her forever with Haruka.
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Post by Haruka Yasu on Nov 10, 2008 20:56:23 GMT -5
Oh, how she felt so good there, in his arms; so close she could hardly breathe; so close she didn't care to breathe. "Emro---" Haruka started, but he kissed her neck and she forgot for a moment, only feeling the shock of her nerves colliding, the shudder course through her entire body, the burning feeling that his lips left on her skin. "Emro," she tried again, almost gasping, "can we go somewhere else? My knees are about to collapse..."
But she didn't want to move; she didn't want to take time to transition. She wanted to teleport, be instantly there, so that she could stay in his arms forever. She ran her fingers through his hair, kissing his earlobe. "Emro..." she whispered once more, her lips against his skin. She wasn't about to ask for anything, though; she just liked the way his name tasted.
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Post by Emro Deucalion and Elspeth on Nov 10, 2008 21:15:48 GMT -5
Emro looked into her eyes once she called his name the first time. He felt her body shudder lightly from the kiss he left on her neck. Could he get used to this? Of course. Haruka asked if they could go somewhere else? But where would they go, Elspeth was in his room, and he wasn't sure where all this would lead to. To be on the safe side of not waking up Elspeth, he would most likely decline going to his room. What about Haruka's? Even though it looked like a tornado ripped through it, it was still a room.
Emro smiled at her warmly "Of course, where would you like to go?" He was going to be expecting an answer like "Anywhere but here." "And don't say, anywhere but here" He laughed slightly.
He picked her up into his arms and one of his arms landed underneath her legs, and the other around her back. Emro held her close to him. Another shiver ran through his body as she kissed his earlobe. He shivered hearing his name whispered into his ear. Emro loved hearing his name whispered. It gave him a sense of being, a sense of living, a reason to live.
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Post by Haruka Yasu on Nov 10, 2008 22:04:23 GMT -5
She laughed breathlessly, for that was what she was going to say. "My room's fine," she suggested, unsure if he'd want to. She still had knives under her pillow; was it weird that she found that embarrassing?
She gasped and then giggled when he picked her up; she hadn't thought he could do that, it was impressive. Feverishly she kissed along his jaw and to his lips, her heart was pounding but she couldn't think straight enough to think ahead of this moment; to consider more then these feelings. She only knew she never wanted it to end.
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Post by Emro Deucalion and Elspeth on Nov 10, 2008 22:53:43 GMT -5
Emro smiled hearing her say that her room was fine. Now they wouldn't have to disturb Elspeth, if they did anything of such nature. Which Emro was doubting. They really had just gotten this was, or was it their love and passion for each other which will carry them to do such things. Things Emro never dreamnt of doing.
Emro smiled down at Haruka. "You might have to move the knives from under your pillow"
A laugh escaped from his lips when he heard her gasp as he picked her up. Emro had some strength, despite his scarecrow like appearence. He walked towards her door and opened it up. Gazing around the disaster stricken appearence her room gave off, he took note of her bed and slowly walked in holding her close to him. Emro closed the door with his foot and headed towards her bed.
Emro set her down on the bed and sat down next to her. He kissed her neck tenderly, and slowly traced the kisses up to her lips. He wished that this night would never end.
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Post by Haruka Yasu on Nov 11, 2008 7:15:02 GMT -5
Haruka was gasping in little spurts, unable to stop herself from moaning in pleasure and pain when their lips met. She didn't know why these soft kisses effected her so much, but her heart pounded at the speed of a humming bird's wings. Her arms slipped tighter around him, pulling her body closer, pressing her chest against his. She couldn't come to make herself slow down, although in the back of her head she knew she should. "Emro, please tell me what you're thinking," she whispered against his lips, because almost above all else she wanted to know that.
Her sheets were white silk---she always loved the feeling of silk, despite that they were so cold at first in the winter---and the comforter was lavender with pattern of something like thorns running across it in a darker purple. Her walls were an impossibly darker violet, and because of the lack of lighting they looked almost black. The moon was all that lit up the room, aside from the hallway lights that were framing the edges of the door.
Not that it really mattered; Haruka could barely take in any of her surroundings. There could be an alien standing there, staring, and she might not've noticed it until it grew discouraged and neglected and went back to its home planet to destroy this world, because of her mistreatment. No, all she knew was his lips and his name that appeared in her head in a frantic manner, almost as if she were lost, but she knew that she was found. She began to worry, though; worry if maybe her thoughts were annoying him and she shouldn't think, worry if maybe she was appalling him with her many gasps and she shouldn't breathe, worry if maybe she was jumping to conclusions and she shouldn't live. But that was beside the point. She kissed him back and traced his face with one hand, the other round his neck tightly. Anxiously she awaited his answer.
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Post by Emro Deucalion and Elspeth on Nov 11, 2008 13:06:46 GMT -5
Emro listened to her gasps and moans, such new sounds to him, and he liked their sounds. The sounds fueled him in the most weird of ways. Then he asked him what he was thinking. What was going on in Emro's mind?
His lips barely touched her's, and Emro could taste and feel her soft breath. "I'm thinking of how something so great could happen to me, or how I don't care what we do, just as long as I am with you. I'm thinking of how wonderful you are and how well you have changed. And how so many of my emotions have grown, just because of you. Or even how the moonlight reflects off of your gown and eyes, it makes you glow slightly. So many things are going through my mind right now, I can't begin to list all of them, but those are the upmost important."
Everything else was blocked out, there was nothing else on earth, or this realm that could take away his attention. Love, compassion, and lust were sech new things being introduced to him, and Emro had to slow himself down so that his mind could keep up and realize what was going on. But Emro didn't mind what would happen, just a long as she was ok with it, and he knew. He could read her thoughts.
Her thoughts did flow into his mind, but they were not bothersome. Emro liked hearing her thoughts, because they contained her voice. Haruka's voice was so beautiful to hear. Emro couldn't get enough of hearing it. Emro smiled pressing his lips closer, but not yet kissing "I don't mind hearing your thoughts, for it is the sound of your voice. I'm also not appalled by your gasps, and you are jumping to conclusions, you are understanding trust. Emro lightly kissed her lips; not getting enough of the taste of her lips. It was an addicting taste. A taste he couldn't get enough of.
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